tWeNtY iN pLeNtY...

i was studying in 7th or 8th std i guess. i don remember. But i do remember the shop where i used to go on weekends. i knew the shop-keeper really well. we used to play chess and spend time together playin games. he believed me like a brother. Still he does.

i curse the moment he gave me a new 20-rupees indian currency note in my hand for the help i did to him some day. it was a gift for me. the note was so cute. i kept it so safely inside a notebook. One day, when i was the shopkeeper for the time being, a customer handed over a 20 rupees note. OMG! i looked at it like a Somalian Kid looks at a slice of bread. i could still feel the hunger i then had for those notes. i slipped that into my pocket without having anyone noticed it. it continued for days. i still remember counting over 25 twenty-rupees notes which i possessed.


P.S: i regret for wat i have done. i neva got a chance to tell this to him. Even after 9-10 years, i still keep thinkin of those. But i'm not a thief. Not now. Even then, i was not a thief...i dono...but i stole tat money :(

P.P.S: Somalian Kid thingy was meant to be funny. Not to hurt anybody's feelings by sayin 'Somalia'!